By Janice Dickinson
During this autobiography, the writer tells the tale of her youth, her relations and her not going survival.
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I’d wake up in the morning think ing, Here I am, where I belong. So, okay, it took a little getting used to. There were the garbage trucks that roared through the alley every other day at the crack of dawn; the crush of humanity on the streets; the honking horns and the squealing brakes and the lumbering buses that seemed determined to mow me down at every turn . . I walked everywhere. Me and my pathetic “portfolio”— four cheesy photographs of little Janice in the most ama teurish poses imaginable.
What hope was there? I cooled my heels in the waiting room for half an hour. ” I didn’t know what she meant. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t believe her. I just got up and walked toward the exit and she followed me to the car. We drove home in silence. It was only when we reached the driveway and I cut the engine that she ﬁnally spoke. “I know I haven’t been much of a mother,” she said. I swear to God—if she had started crying, I would have strangled her then and there. To put that kind of shit on a kid.
Though of course now I’d added Rolling Stone to my reading. After all, models and rock stars—that was a hard combo to beat. So I’d sit there on the cold ﬂoor, whiling away the hours, dreaming, lost in those fantasy pages. The management didn’t seem to mind; they knew me by name. Even the blue-haired Jewish ladies came over with their shopping carts and stopped to chat. “Hello, Janice,” they’d say in their New York twangs. “How are you, dear? What’s new? What’s cookin’? ” Then I’d go home and preen in front of the mirror.
No Lifeguard on Duty: The Accidental Life of the World's First Supermodel by Janice Dickinson